Seeing Ghosts
by stevieLUVSAlex
Summary: As John's "last days" approach, he sees his past in all it's glory... does time REALLY heal all wounds?
1. Chapter 1

Hi all… I LOOOOOOOOOOOVE Munch and it seems he is ALWAYS left out, but he's such a brilliant character. So, I also LOVED the episode REMORSE, and hated that SARAH LOGAN was killed. So I found a semi-way to bring her back.

Hope you guys enjoy.

THESE CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINE they are the property of Dick Wolff. :)

**H**e still thought about her sometimes, more often than not, when he watched the news report. He missed her face, her smile, the way she spoke with such concern for people, the way she held herself at a distance, was nothing more than a façade, her compassion was always centre stage. She was intelligent and witty, with a good sense of humor.

And like John Munch, she cared about Justice.

He could see her hazily when he closed his eyes; that curly brown hair that hugged her rounded face, those warm brown eyes that sparkled dangerously when she smiled.

Sarah Logan was beautiful.

The image of her body lying lifeless in her apartment still haunted him with nightmares 10 years later. It was a meticulous crime scene that never left him, but it was no more monstrous than the next crime he came upon, or the one after that. The only difference was that the dead victim was his friend.

John remembered that last time he'd seen her. He recalled the last conversation they had, word for word. He remembered her offering to buy him dinner after a spot on his show. He recalled the way she had looked at him, a brief smile flickering across her face. John had hid his enthusiasm well, but as always, she saw right through him. He liked her. A lot more than he should have, he supposed, after all he was 20 years her senior.

But age hadn't seemed to bother her. The connection was there. She returned the long lingering looks, and smile at him flirtatiously after every sentence. She liked him, too. Three marriages later, had taught him somewhat, when a girl was interested.

A date! John had been looking forward to dinner with Sarah, the night she was called. But instead of seeing her across the table, chatting animatedly and getting to know her every thought, he found himself indentifying the body that lay bloodied and broken in an apartment in New York City.

10 years later, John found himself staring at the same apartment building. He stood impassively, his hands to his side, his mouth moved slightly into a grimace.

"Goodbye, Sarah…" he whispered almost inaudibly. He did this sometimes, when a hard had struck him particularly hard. It was the same words he whispered to her when she signed off after every broadcast show.

This day had been predominantly hard, and he was only days away from throwing in the towel. Justice seemed to fail more often than not, and he just couldn't take the injustice anymore. He didn't feel like he was helping anyone.

He stared at the apartment building that she'd once lived in many moons ago, and silently wished there was a way humanly possible, to bring her back. John felt cheated sometimes. He'd been married three times, and each time, he'd been burned. His first wife hadn't failed to take everything he had before she left him. His second wife had been a lost cause from the beginning; he'd just been naïve enough to think he could save her. And wife number three, had severe issues of her own, though they remained friendly acquaintances.

Sarah Logan had been killed, taken from him, so it seemed before John had the chance to make her wife number four.

Eventually, John tore himself away and made his way back to his own apartment. He threw in some left-over dinner from the night before, into the microwave, and settled on the couch, thoughts of Sarah flashing through his mind. There had been more to her than natural beauty, she had an inner strength that not everybody possessed. She had used her misfortune to help others.

John recalled their first interaction.

_Sarah had walked into the precinct late one night. John hadn't finished his paperwork and had stayed behind. She'd walked into SVU quarters with a startled expression. Her hair was disheveled and her face was caked in blood. He knew why she was there, what startled him was the pull he felt towards her. Her face was familiar but he could not place her._

_He had stood from his desk chair and approached her with caution, careful not to scare her. The idea was to make himself available. Sarah had folded her arms around herself, as she stepped up to face him._

_He extended a hand and she hesitated briefly before closing her hand around his. "Hello, ma'am, I'm Detective John Munch. How can I be of assistance?"_

"_I've been raped," she stated calmly. Her voice was not full of resentment or fear, as most of the victims he encountered were, instead there was an air of reality to her tone. She was not in denial. She held her head high._

"_You've done the right thing by coming down here," he said gently. She nodded. "It's important to know, have you showered since the rape?"_

_Sarah frowned in answer. "No."_

_Relief flooded through him, the percentage was higher, he knew, when the semen was still on the victim. "It's common procedure to have a rape kit done. We want to find this guy… I can take you down there myself, if you like," he offered._

_Sarah had stared at him for a long time before she answered. She looked almost distant as her eyes locked on his. "Okay," she agreed._

_John had nodded, and had instantly grabbed him jacket that had hung off the back of his chair, and lead her out of the precinct. She shivered as they exited the building, a gush of cold wind blowing across their face. John offered her his coat, which she had greatly accepted in exchange for a smile. _

_It was in that very moment he fell in love with her. _

_He opened the car door for her, and waited until she was buckled in safely before he closed it, and went around to the driver's side. The drive to the hospital was done in silence. Sarah had stared out the window the entire time, while John focused on the traffic ahead of him, occasionally glancing at her. _

_Once he parked the black sedan, he went around to the passenger's side door, and took her hand. She stepped out._

"_You can do this," he urged. _

_Sarah had nodded. _

_Once they approached the reception desk, John took control of the situation and demanded a rape kit. "I want someone on this NOW!" he'd ordered without patience. _

"_Sarah… I need some details. Do you think you can manage that?"_

_Sarah had nodded vaguely, taking the sheet of paper in her hand. _

_A nurse had approached him almost instantly and led Sarah away; she'd looked back at him with sad eyes. "Will you come with me?" she'd asked shyly. John had moved without hesitation, his eyes unmoving from her. _

It was hard to remember her face now, even when he closed his eyes, he couldn't see the angel smile she gave him, whenever they had been within close proximity. He had a newspaper clipping of her face that a former detective had saved for him, that he had framed and for reasons unexplained, he had placed hidden in his bedroom drawer. Her face had been splashed all over the news when she had been killed. Everybody knew who Sarah Logan was. Her death had been TV coverage for a week.

All the thoughts swimming around in John's head did nothing to relief the headache that was increasing with every passing moment. He picked up the unfinished meal, and scrapped it into the garbage bin, and then he switched off the lights and prepared for bed.

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	2. Chapter 2

**J**ohn was back at the station by early morning. He was filing paperwork when Elliot and Olivia walked into the precinct.

"Morning, Munch," Olivia greeted as she placed her Hudson's coffee cup on her desk.

"Hey, Liv," he answered impassively.

"What you up to, John?" Elliot said. He slid off his jacket and hung it over the back of the chair.

"Paperwork," he held up a file and slammed it back down on his desk. John was tired, but his mind was too alert for sleeping and he found himself constantly restless.

"Need help?" Olivia offered.

"No," he sighed heavily.

John buried his head in his work again, as Olivia and Elliot moved around him, filing paperwork and chatting about Elliot's mini Vontrapp family of five. _Some get all the luck. Just once, I would like something to work out for me for a change_, he thought bitterly.

"JOHN?" Cragen's voice called from his office door.

He lifted his head from his desk.

"I got a case for ya, if you're interested…"

John sighed and pushed back his desk chair. He wasn't sure he had the strength for anything else. The last week was taking its toll on him, but he was never one to lay down when an opportunity presented itself.

He followed Cragen into his office.

Cragen set himself behind his desk, and pulled out a bottle of vodka, and offered it to John. He declined, and Cragen placed the bottle away again. He hadn't had drink for years, though every day the urge was there, taunting him with the opportunity to take a mouthful, a glass… anything to rid his mind of constant painful thoughts. "I know you've been having a tough time lately, John."

"I'm coping, Cap," he said indifferently.

"I have a case for you," he went on. "The man who killed Sarah Logan has been released-"

His blood ran cold at the mention of his name. "William Lexner."

"There's been another attack, outside Queens. I thought maybe you might want to take this one…" he offered with caution. Like everyone else, Cragen was aware of his emotion connection to Sarah Logan, and he had hit hard when she died, but Cragen assumed 10 years later he would have been to approach him with professionalism.

William Lexner had used explosives, to kill Sarah. It had been so quick, she would have never felt it, but John did. Every time he thought of Sarah, the pain struck him in the chest, in the centre of his heart.

John thought for a moment. Taking this case, would mean facing that same man, who had once sat across the table from him, telling him how Sarah had smiled briefly before the explosive went off. It would mean keeping his anger in check, and not killing the man who had murdered Sarah, and taken away his chance at making her happy.

John was unsure.

"I understand if you don't want to do it…" Cragen hesitated. "But no one wants to see this bastard get justice more than you."

John considered this.

"Captain, I- I wish I could say yes, I really do. But-"

Cragen held his hand up as a shield of defense. "There's no need to apologize. I'll give you a day to think about it, if you change your mind, come and see me. The homicide detectives working the case, need as much help as they can get," he said.

"I'll write a report," John offered. "They might be able to…"

Cragen nodded. "Its fine, John. Listen, if you need some time off-"

"No. I don't need time off."

"But if you, do…"

"Thanks, Captain."

John was excused, and took his residence back behind his desk, as he thought about William Lexner. Another case, would have involved another victim, another murdered innocent, at the wrong place, at the wrong time, targeted by the criminally insane. John's empathy went out to the victim and her family, but his strength remained with Sarah. Wherever she was…


	3. Chapter 3

"**J**ohn…" the whisper from the dark corners of his apartment flat, stirred him from sleep, and John opened his eyes, not because he wanted to, but because the voice that had called him was like that of an angel. His eyes scanned the room, coming up empty. "John…" the whisper again, made his head turn, but no visible person was there.

He lay staring at the ceiling, listening for the sound, and when minutes passed with no resonance, he closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep. It felt like only minutes when the whisper woke him again, louder this time, and with more desperation. "John…"

He sat up this time, looking around the room, searching the dark for the belonging voice.

"John…" she whispered again, finally stepping out from the shadows.

John drew back his breath. "Sarah…" he gasped.

"I never would have thought you'd be afraid of me," she smiled cheekily. Sarah had not changed a wrinkle in 10 years. The last time he had seen her, she was dressed in stripped pin suit jacket, covering a long-sleeved baby-blue tee and black slacks, and now, she wore those same clothes, her red tinged hair pulled back in a ponytail the same style as the last time he'd seen her in the courthouse.

She was a vision of beauty.

"I'm not," he smiled. "I'm just surprised…"

"How have you been, John?"

"Good," he lied. What could he tell her, that he hadn't been the same since her death?

Sarah smiled that angelic smile, and softly shook her head. "You forget John, I know you…"

John managed a smile.

For a moment he just stared at her, knowing that he was dreaming, she couldn't honestly be there. But oh, he wished she was. He would have done anything to be able to touch her, to feel the soft texture of her skin underneath his finger tips.

"You are so beautiful, Sarah…" he said timidly. John was not used to speaking with such forwardness, not since the ending of his third marriage, and even that, hadn't been full of emotional compliments.

Sarah seemed to blush. "Thank you, John. You have to smile once in a while."

"I smile," he said evidently moving his mouth upwards into a grin.

"More than you do," she insisted.

"I'll try," he said not promising anything. He knew that once she was gone again, he could not have been responsible for his emotions.

"You should be married with children by now," she teased.

"Me and children… hardly,"

"You don't want the responsibility of a child?" she questioned taking a single step towards his bed.

John didn't even flinch. "I don't want the child to have the responsibility of me," he said simply.

"Oh, John…" she sighed titling her head in that cute way she did, that made him want to reach out and touch her.

"Why are you here, Sarah?" he dared to ask.

She smiled, without answering him, and when he blinked, she was gone. For a long time he stared into the dark recesses of the room, and came up empty handed. She was nowhere to be found. She'd come and gone, leaving him again, alone to face the cold reality of the world.

He leaned his head back on the pillow, and closed his eyes.

_I'd love a review or two… do you want more? Or is this story a basic DEAD-END! :)_


	4. Chapter 4

_A/N: THANK you immensely for the interest of this story. I LOVE it. I LOVE Munch. I love SARAH! I love SVU! :)_

It had been a week since he'd seen Sarah Logan in his bedroom. A painful week of no image of her, the only image he had was the memories in his mind, and the one newspaper clipping Jefferies had collected for him the day she was killed. He had it framed and sat by his bedside table, where he casually glanced at it every morning, as if she was his support group. Not that he needed it, he told himself, he was just fine and dandy.

"Okay, man, what's up?" Elliot asked passing his desk.

"Nothin," John answered.

"Bull," he shot back. "You've been weird for ages…"

Fin could resist. "What do you mean, it's John, with all his conspiracies and such, he's always been weird. Have you been living under a rock?"

Elliot pulled a face. "You could be a better partner, find out what the issue is."

"I never get in the middle of business that ain't mine," Fin replied with a casual shrug.

Elliot looked less than impressed. "You're an idiot," he stated before walking away.

"Guys, thanks for the concern, I'm fine… really." John pipped up.

John went home the same way he always did, and stopped by to look up at Sarah's apartment. He felt sick this time, knotted, like something was wrong, but he couldn't place it.

He knew he should smile like she told him to, but it was hard. He was losing the battle of staying on top. It hurt to smile. It hurt to look up at the apartment that once was Sarah's and know that she wasn't there anymore. A world without her seemed pointless.

Back in his own apartment an hour later, he crawled into bed. His head hurt.

"Sarah…" he called out in the dark.

No answer.

"I don't want to do this anymore," he told her unsure if she was listening or not. He wanted to see her again, ghost or not, he missed her. With the presence of no one, he allowed a single tear to roll off his cheek, he blinked it away.

"John," came the angel voice. "Don't be so sad."

"It's hard not to when you're not here," he replied honestly, a smile reaching his eyes if not his mouth, when he saw her standing in the corner, with her arms folded across her chest. He was not surprised to see her this time.

She smiled at him, revealing her dimples that made him ache to touch her. He missed the date they never had, the kiss he never got, the life they never shared.

"What are you thinking about, John?" she asked skeptically.

"Missed opportunities," he answered.

"You can't change the past," she reminded him.

"I know… but you were always more eager to see things as they were than me, willing to learn from an experience, even grow."

"You can too," she insisted.

He shrugged, afraid to blink incase she went away again. "How can I learn and grow from this?"

"It's something you have to figure out?"

He sighed. He was afraid she'd say that.

"I miss you, Sarah…" he said truthfully.

"I know."

He nodded happy with the response, his eyes still lingering on hers.

_I hope you liked that chapter. I have SOME good chapters coming up… but they might surprise you. :) care to continue… review and let me know!_


	5. Chapter 5

_A/N: Okay… here is the next chapter, enjoy and LOVE it, I know I do… ps. The idea of the ending in my head in now done. GLUG GLUG WOO HOO!_

Cragen's voice bellowed from behind.

"We have a 911 emergency from the corner of fifty-fourth and twelfth. Four men have a hold-up situation… MUNCH!" he pointed.

He stood instantly, eager to put his own thoughts on the back burner. He needed something to concentrate on.

"I'm on it, Captain!" he announced turning his attention to Fin. "You comin' or what?"

Fin shrugged in reply. "Can't. Gotta be in court."

"Take Mark," Cragen ordered. "MARK!"

Mark stood from the desk behind John ready to follow. Mark was a good cop, quieter and much more reserved than the rest of the unit, but more than adequate where his job was concerned. John didn't mind him so much. He'd even given him advice on marriage once upon a time, which had seemed to do wonder's because Mark's marriage was still alive.

"Yeah, yeah," John chanted. "Let's follow the yellow brick road."

John led him out of the precinct, and towards the destination, they took the Sedan, and chatted about mundane things on the way. And then as they approached the block they talked about the tactic they'd use inside the store to stop the robbery.

John went inside first, gun aimed forward, cautioned toward the shop as he entered, the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

"POLICE, DON'T MOVE!" he called loudly in his deep voice.

It happened in the course of seconds. John saw the first two offenders and noticed their guns were aimed and ready. The look in their eyes was both surprise and fear, neither of which you wanted to present a criminal with in a moment of out-rage and insanity. John's eyes moved only for an instant to see the other people that surrounded the corner store, there were more than 10 people who were in potential danger and could be killed the moment any one of the perps decided they were rendered useless. John was out of his league, he knew it, and when the perp in front of him cocked his gun, he was ready first; he pulled the trigger, knowing that it was a choice between his life and those victims that surrounded the store.

In every situation there came a choice, and for a policeman sometimes that choice meant a resulted death. It was sad truth. But John had no regrets about saving the victims. As he shot his firearm a second time towards the man behind the first, who had dropped to the floor clutching his shoulder and screaming in pain.

Shots were fired from all directions then, as the situation spiraled out of control. The sound of fireworks echoed in John's ear and he hoped to God, that every one of the victims would come out unharmed.

The final shot came with a searing pain of agony.

_ARGH! Hope you liked it. I know, I know, short… that's all your gonna get from me though, it's how I work. :) Next two chapters coming SOON!_

_Reviews, really? *gasps in surprise* that would be lovely!_


	6. Chapter 6

_A/N: Hope the other chapter was okay… this one is a little sadder. :(_

The funeral managed to accumulate a large crowd.

Mark's wife stood to the side, dressed in black and looking like a cliché widower. Her cheeks were streaked with tears and her face was covered by a black lace veil. John watched her with a deep sorrow and pity for her. She had lost him, and no amount of tears was going to bring him back to her, he was gone and she mourn him before picking up the pieces of her shattered life and finding a way to move on.

John's eyes moved to the crowd. The SVU team stood side by side in a line, facing the two coffins. John wasn't sure who the other man was, besides Mark, but assumed that since the police force was having a two-men funeral it had to be one of the other victims who had been in the corner store, off-duty most likely.

Cragen, Elliot, Olivia, Fin, Warner, Alex, Casey and Wong stood in line. Each bowing there head in silence, dressed in their respective uniforms. John couldn't concentrate on the funeral, and he wasn't standing beside them. He stood to the side, seemingly away from everyone, quite, and alone, as he always seemed to be when push came to shove.

Alone in the world!

_If only Sarah had lived_… he thought bitterly.

A man in uniform stepped up.

"These men, fought for their country, they battled with the enemy and this time… this time it cost them their lives. We will grieve for them, and remember them as brave and heroic men who worked with us to bring justice home."

John saw Jefferies then, an old partner he had before Fin.

He smiled. They never got on, they bantered about everything, but he'd liked her, in the only twisted mental way you could like her. He waited until the ceremony was over, and approached her.

"Never thought I'd see you again," he commented. "I figure you were done with my ass once you walked out of the precinct. But you aren't for me, so…" she said nothing. "I didn't know you knew Mark," he observed.

Jefferies seemed to look right through him, and slowly she shook her head and walked away.

"It's nice talkin' to you too," he called after her. "Never did like your voice anyway," he muttered to himself. "Always had to be right… never believed anything that came out of my mouth."

Funerals depressed John.

He moved on, and decided to rejoin the SVU team, as they all seemed to crowd around together.

"What's going on over here?" he asked no one in particular.

"I was thinking we should go honor his memory, at the bar…" Elliot suggested.

"Yeah," John replied. "I could go a booze-up! Let's make this a festive celebration," he smiled with falseness. It hurt him. John had been the one to walk in first; he should have been the back-up. Mark had left behind a wife who loved him. Who NEEDED him! Who needed John?

"I'm not sure I'm in the mood," Olivia answered. "He was my friend."

"You barely KNEW the guy," Munch pointed out. "That's the trouble with people… once someone dies they instantly think they have to be all gooey and loving even though the guy was a prick… or in this case a stranger. Liv, you talked to him a bunch of times, shed a tear and move on, that's my theory."

"We could do it for the sake of his CONSPIRACY THEORIES then!" Cragen suggested with a small smile.

"He had a lot of those…" Wong agreed.

"Mark wasn't into Conspiracy… I am! He was a born-again Christian." Munch stated.

"Yeah, so what, let's um… yeah, let's go to the bar and honor his name…" Casey said.

Alex nodded. "Yeahp."

"Yeah I'm in," Warner added.

Fin was the only one who said nothing. His head bowed, as he followed the rest of them away from the coffin, glancing back once as if he expected to find someone.

_Was that sad? I was writing it and I kept thinking it was a little sad… :( or maybe I'm just TRAGIC! Either way… I'd love your thoughts. I have a very good chapter next, at the bar, toasting to the dead ppl!_


	7. Chapter 7

_A/N: I have to thank ALL of you who ever read this and those who reviewed, I LOVE YOU, you are incredible and amazing and… you have no idea how awesome you are. THANK YOU for sticking it out. enjoy the last chapter :)_

At the bar they all ordered tequila shots.

"What do we toast to?" John asked. Once he reached the bar, he didn't feel like drinking, so he'd decided to stand back and enjoy the company if nothing else. It wasn't fun being alone ALL the time.

"A toast?" Cragen raised his glass. "To ALL members of my team, who work hard, who love what they do, who understand the line of work there in and still don't take law into their own hands despite the amount of perps we let back out on the street…"

Elliot raised his glass. "To friends, who have got your back," he looked over at Olivia then who had tears in her eyes. He moved closer to her and with a free hand draped it gently around her shoulder. She leaned into him, thankful for the comfort.

Olivia raised her glass next to Elliot's. "To men who are brave and heroic,"

"To hell with it," Casey said raising her glass high. "To those damn conspiracy theories the man had that drove us all nuts."

"Yeah," Alex smiled. "But what we wouldn't give to hear another one."

Wong nodded, along with Warner.

"Funny wise-ass ain't ya!" John mocked shaking his head. He couldn't believe the disrespect they were showing for a man who had been in their precinct. It didn't matter that he wasn't their friend, or hadn't been a part of their tight-knit group, it mattered that he fought for the same team, for the same purpose.

"You wanna say something Fin?" Cragen asked.

"He has more sense than that," John smirked.

He thought for a moment. "He was a good man. He was my best mate, you know, he always had my back. I didn't always believe his bull crap, but I respected him for it. There's nothin' that boy wasn't good at when it came to his job… except his heart was too big for one person," he finished.

"WHAT THE HELL?" John barked at his partner.

All glasses were raised. "TO JOHN MUNCH!"

John just about fell over at the sound of his name. Why the heck were they toasting about him… yes, he instantly concluded, this was the type of thing they all found funny.

"This is your version of a conspiracy theory, you want me to believe that I'm dead and so you've all planned this out, all of you have congregated together and made this into some STUPID joke," John was livid. "I have news for you all. YOU'RE IDIOTS. You aren't funny, and not to mention the disrespect you're showing to Mark."

"And to Mark…" Cragen raised his glass again, the rest of the team a moment behind.

"You think that's gonna make it better?" John snapped. "THINK AGAIN!"

Nobody said anything then. Silence prevailed, each of them stopping a moment to remember a joke, or a comment that had been made, each remembering in their own way.

"Someone give me a drink, I changed my mind…" nobody looked up. "GUYS!"

Still no response.

"Hel-lo!" he waved his hands frantically about, and nobody even batted an eyelid. "What the-"

And suddenly Sarah Logan was there.

"They can't hear you…" she said catching him by surprise.

He jumped back, momentarily stunned, not at seeing her, but at seeing her in a public place. The only time she had ever appeared to him was at night, alone in his bedroom, and away from the outside world.

"Sarah…" he breathed.

"Hello, John."

She stepped forward, and reached out her hand, gesturing for him to take it.

"Can I…" he asked stunned. She was a ghost, a figment of his imagination, she wasn't real, she wasn't of flesh and bone like he was, how could he possibility touch her.

"Go ahead," she urged gently.

He stretched his hand, and felt overwhelmed as his skin touched hers, his fingers entwined with hers. OH GOD IN HEAVEN, he wanted to scream. I CAN TOUCH HER.

A tear caressed his cheek. He pulled at her shirt with his free hand and eased her into his arms, holding her like he had only dreamt about, skin to skin, body to body, soul to soul. He smelt her hair, a faint scent of strawberries. His arms embraced her, and he knew that he wasn't ever going to let go of her, no matter what that meant. He had her in his arms now… he was content.

"John…" she said.

He pulled her at arm's length, but was fearful of breaking contact. "What are you doing here Sarah?"

"I came to take you with me…"

"Where?" he smiled.

All the pieces began to fit together, and he finally understood what had happened to him, why Sarah had come into his life and why his team mates talked of conspiracy theories. "I died… didn't I?"

She nodded softly. "Yes, John."

"Are you we going to Heaven, because I'm not sure I believe in-"

"It's not Heaven," she said. "But close enough."

"Where then?" he pressed.

She slipped her hand into his and led him out of the bar.

"You'll see… it's like PARADISE!"

_THANK YOU IMMENSELY for taking the time to read this. I know it was sad, and that JOHN died BUT in all fairness, it was happy ending, because he got to be with SARAH! YAY! Okay… let me if you hated it? OR LOVED it, would be appreciated even more :) _

_Ps. CORNY and SAPPY is said by tootpanga1… we couldn't stop laughing BUT I still loved it. Do you agree!_


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